Barn Refuge

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Nicholas slammed the hood down on his Volkswagen Rabbit, and stared out into the night. He turned the collar up on his jacket, as the wind began to blow and a cold chill crept past the windbreaker. The road was bleak and lonely looking, as he searched up and down to try and spot any oncoming headlights. He was stuck, and hadn’t a clue what was wrong with the damn car.

He shivered a little as he took stock of his situation. There was a blanket in the back, and he still had part of a sandwich but other than that, he was on his own.  It was a dark night, and he wasn’t thrilled about suddenly being stuck on this lonely road, in the middle of nowhere. For a moment he cursed himself, wishing he had stopped at the gas station that was thirty minutes back.

Figuring on how fast he had been going, the damn place was a good 40 miles back. He sighed, knowing he would have to walk, but it wouldn’t do to start off on that kind of trek in the middle of the night. Glancing at his watch he saw the time, and began to look around.

Off the road, a little ways ahead was a looming structure, that had to be a barn of some kind. Other than that it was nothing but empty fields, and long threatening fences. He didn’t see any animals about but that didn’t mean there weren’t any. Nicholas wasn’t what you would call animal friendly. Even dogs made him nervous, and the idea of being in the same room as a cat always gave him the willies.

His friends all laughed at him for his fear of cats.  Course none of them ever had his experience, so what would they know. Hell if they had, they’d be a bit paranoid of the damn animals themselves. He recalled that moment, shivering not from the cold wind but from remembering the pain. It had been a few years back, when he had a sleep over with a friend.

They didn’t do anything, though he wished they had. The guy was friggin hot, and hung too. That was the cause of his feline hatred. He had been sleeping, dreaming of cocks, and specially his friend’s cock, when he felt the piercing pain in his groin.

He woke up screaming, tossing the covers off his naked body. He cried out in pure agony as he saw the cat, taking a swipe at his erect cock. The claws were out and the damn cat that it was a new scratching post or something. Fuck it had hurt, and he still had a scar on his dick, from that little morning wake up.

His friend had laughed, which hadn’t been pleasing, but that was 4 years ago. Ever since, he was not a fan of cats, but who would be if their dick had been used as a scratching post? Cat claws weren’t exactly dull. Nicholas sighed, rubbing his groin as if to ease the painful memory. Twenty years old and he still woke up with the shakes after seeing a cat.

After another shake, and quick look around, he decided he’d make for the barn structure. Least it would give him some shelter, and the weather was not looking pleasant. It had been threatening to rain for several hours now, and he didn’t want to get caught in it. The idea of staying in his car was a fleeting one. Sleeping in a Rabbit just wasn’t comfortable for someone of his size.

Standing just over 6ft, he barely had enough leg room to sit and drive, never mind stretch out and sleep. The seats were comfortable, but they didn’t go back far enough to let him recline. Then too, it was a standard, so no way he could stretch out sideways, so the barn seemed far more preferable.

Quickly he put together his backpack, with the blanket, a flashlight, and other essentials. Setting off to the barn, he looked back at his car, cursing it for breaking down in the middle of nowhere. Grunting he trudged the few yards to the fence, and gingerly crawled under two strands of wire to enter the field. He stood there for a minute, trembling a little, afraid of some unknown danger lurking in the darkness of the field.

It was not an easy trek to the barn with his fear keeping him company. Every rustle of the wind through the tall grass made him skittish, thinking something was there, but he knew it was just his paranoia. Approaching the barn he saw the peeling paint better, the rather neglected look of the structure. The huge barn door wasn’t locked, and he quickly turned his flashlight on to peer inside, and saw nothing but stacks of hay all over. There was no animals inside as he stepped further in, exploring the large empty structure.

He felt very nervous as he stepped inside, his legs quivering as he surveyed his resting place for the night. There simply was nothing there, as he shone his light all over. Slowly his heart stopped beating like a jackhammer. His breathing was a bit more normal as he saw a hanging lantern, next to a pile of hay and straw. There was even an old blanket hanging by it, as he moved towards it.

It took him a few minutes, but eventually the lantern spluttered and he had light, allowing him to switch off the flashlight. Looking around the place didn’t look too bad, as he made himself comfortable on the straw, the blanket thrown out to prevent the straw from digging into his back. It was rather warm as well, so he took off his jacket, to stretch out, rummaging in his backpack for a magazine he had inside.

Might as well be comfortable he thought, as he began to flip through the pages, staring at the glossy photographs of some nameless model. Nicholas quickly let himself get lost in the images of the young models. He liked sex, which was one reason why he was out on the road. A friend he knew lived out here, and he was going to spend a week visiting his friend, before spring break was over. He had lots of Condoms in his backpack, because Colin was known for being unprepared in that department.

Mind you, you would think he’d have Condoms in every room of his home, given how much Colin loved to fuck. He was a horn dog, without question, which is one reason Nicholas was going there for a week. Longer and he knew he’d be walking bow legged because Colin not only knew how to fuck, but he had the cock to do it with.

The anticipation of being with Colin, the naked guys in the photographs made him start to rub his crotch. It had been a long trip already, longer now thanks to his frigging car, and he hadn’t had much of a chance to unwind. He loved to jerk off, did practically every morning when there wasn’t someone else lying next to him. In that event, they usually helped him unwind, but out here, he would be lucky to even get a peep at some nice tight ass, or bulging package.

Hell, the guy at the gas station was a toothless old fart, and he didn’t even want to think about what he would look like naked. Instead he concentrated on the magazine, and thinking of Colin, who at least had a good body to match his rather thick and lengthy penis. His hand was rubbing his cock, feeling it growing under his pants, when he heard the first peal of thunder. It boomed out, making him jump and the wind began to howl as a spring storm finally seemed to be happening. Nicholas looked up at the outside, seeing the darkness suddenly split open into a huge flash of light.

He shivered a bit, and stared out at the night. The lantern flickered a little, and he glanced over at it, when another peal of thunder boomed out. His body flinched, and as the lightning flashed across the sky, he recoiled. It was an eerie feeling, and he quickly stopped himself from shaking, feeling like a kid. The magazine shook in his hands, as he turned his eyes away from the scene being displayed outside, and returned to something more comfortable to contemplate, the picture of a naked twink, his cock jutting outwards, his hips shoved out, hands on hips, and eyes looking like they could melt butter.

The model was hot, and he could feel his own desire burning inside, as he hand once more began to stroke his cock. He felt the lust inside as he pushed and stroked his cock, then he put his hand under his pants, to let his fingers take hold of his throbbing cock. The pants were making it hard, so he quickly undid the button, and pushed the zipper down.

He pushed his pants open, and spread his legs a little, as once more he stuffed his hand down inside. He felt the warmth from his crotch as he took hold of his cock, and slowly began to stroke it, while thinking of the naked twink displayed across the page. The way his eyes seemed to look out at Nicholas made him sigh, the way his cock seemed to be staring out at him. It made him forget the thunderstorm outside, despite the peals of thunder and flashes of lightning

His mind was slowly relaxing, letting him think of Colin, of all the things they would do for the week. He knew Colin was one of those who felt no shame in walking around naked, who seemed to always be sporting a boner, which always wanted attention. He was really just a sex maniac, the way he could fuck and ten minutes later be ready to do it all over again. Colin was just insatiable, which is exactly what Nicholas wanted.

He closed his eyes, as he pulled his fully erect cock out of his shorts, to stroke it while he fantasized about Colin, about how he would let him spread his cheeks, enter him and pound his ass, until they both came. Colin didn’t seem to get soft once he shot either, so it was always extra enjoyable to get fucked by him. To let him cum and then to keep on driving him, while he stroked off. The sensations were always worth the pain of taking Colin’s monster sized cock, of having him pound his ass to the point where tears would roll down his face.

His hand was jerking on his cock faster as he thought about the last time he had been with Colin. The way he had twisted and turned his cock while it was buried deep inside of Nicholas’ ass had been unreal. The pain he had felt, the pleasure that came with that pain, was still like it was only yesterday. He began to moan as he thought about that night, about how Colin had ploughed him for hours that night.

They had tried so many different positions, and he didn’t have a favourite one either. Colin was a stud no matter what position he was in. With his legs tossed in the air, lying on his side, or on his belly, it didn’t matter, as Colin knew how to work his cock inside, how to make Nicholas moan and groan with every thrust of that cock. It was like being driven, the foot to the pedal all the time. Colin had two speeds for fucking, fast and overdrive.

That night, he seemed stuck on overdrive. The speed in which he had pounded Nicholas, had made him cum several times in the evening’s romp. The following morning he had felt totally spent, knowing that they both had fallen asleep from total exhaustion. His ass had hurt for days afterwards, so had his cock. He had jerked it so many times, that it was raw from all the action.

Now he was hoping for an entire week of that, but was stuck in some damn barn. He felt the annoyance, knowing that it was his need to get to Colin, that had been at the cause of it all. Even the image of the hot twink covered in cum wasn’t a solace, as he kept his hand pumping his cock. He felt the warmth, that his hand was generating, as he kept going back to that night with Colin. The way he had spread Nicholas’ cheeks, had even buried his face between them, while rimming him. Gawd, Colin’s tongue had felt so frigging good as it licked at him, dug into him even. He had felt the tip curl as it was shoved into his hole, making him squirm and moan.

The tongue had dug deep into him, and the feel of Colin’s face buried between his ass cheeks had made him reach underneath his prone body, to jerk at his own cock. Colin’s hands had his cheeks open, spread wide and the fingers had dug deep into his soft flesh. He had felt himself tremble, as Colin’s tongue licked at his flesh, had tasted him then entered him.

Nicholas felt his hand moving quicker. He glanced down to see the blur of his hand as it jerked his cock. The ache in his balls grew too, as he could still feel Colin’s tongue licking at him, and he arched his head back, his body no longer his to command. His legs jutted outwards, his feet curling and cramping even as every muscle inside grew taut. He was like a fully wound spring as the memory of Colin’s tongue made him suddenly groan, then cry out.

His hand was suddenly filled with hot sticky milk that came rushing out of his cock. Nicholas felt his body tremble, quiver and then explode. His eyes were closed shut, the sound of thunder dimmed by the roar of his hear thundering, as he shook. His cock had exploded between his fingers and he felt the sting of that spray against his chin, as his whole body seemed to have lifted up off the pile of hay.

His breathing was rapid and shallow, as he sunk back down onto the old horse blanket and pile of hay. His legs were numb, his arm ached from the way he was squeezing his cock, draining every drop out of it, as he thought about how it had felt, with Colin between his cheeks. The hot breath blowing on the tender flesh between the cheeks, the tongue deep inside his hole. His hand jerked again, as the last of his cum dribbled out, and the sound of thunder boomed out.

His eyes suddenly opened wide, as another flash of lightning lit up the sky. The barn door was open, and he saw the glare of white light as it flared, and then he grew rigid, as he saw the shadow of a figure in the doorway, illuminated by the flash of lightning. He gulped, his hand choking the top of his spent cock. His heart continued to beat wildly as he realized someone was standing in the open doorway of the barn. The figure had a wide brimmed hat on, and a long sleek yellow rain poncho over his body.

Nicholas just stared as he realized the man had a powerful flashlight in his hand, and was now slowly sweeping it in a horizontal position. His eyes bugged out more, ignoring the brilliant light as it passed over him, then moved back to hold him in its glare. He didn’t move as the light held him motionless. His hand still held onto his cock, as he heard the man suck in his breath.

‘What are you doing here?’ the voice boomed out, strong and firm and yet there was something else in its tone, as the light moved down a bit, to fully illuminate Nicholas’ tightly held penis.

Kabuki Cab

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

The wind was warm, the air a bit heavy but then that was how it had been for the last few days. He sat on the bike seat, hunched up as the light rain pelted him, rolling off the plastic poncho he wore. His hat was dripping, but he wasn’t going to call it a day yet. Despite the rain, there were still some brave souls walking along the esplanade, tourists, and hell he needed the cash.

His Kabuki Cab was covered by a plastic tarp, keeping the seat dry, as he stared out from under his wide brimmed hat. It was Wednesday as well, and while he didn’t expect much business from the tourists, it was still Wednesday. That was when his regular customer, Henry always showed up. Least, for the last month he had, but this would be the first Wednesday that it had rained.

Brad looked at his watch, checking the time, wondering if Henry would show? He had thought about not taking the cab out today, but then when he realized it what day it was, it made up his mind. After all, Henry was one of those fares you just didn’t want to miss out on. Worse, you didn’t want him finding someone else, and as he thought about that, he looked at the only other Kabuki Cab that was on the street. It was Carlos, who he really didn’t like.

He also knew that Carlos would do anything to snatch Henry away from him. He did anything for money, and he had even seen him chatting up Henry just last week, as he pulled in to drop off a fare. Henry had remarked, how pleasant Carlos seemed, which only made Brad nervous. No way did he want to share Henry with Carlos.

Every Wednesday Henry would show up at around 4, and off they would go. It had started off with a simple ride along the waterfront, watching the milling crowds just staring out at the ocean. Then as more people began to show up, as Tourist season started up, Henry began to ask for different routes, were there weren’t so many people about. He had an aversion to crowds, or so he said.

Truth was, he was searching for a secluded spot, which Brad finally found in one of their many little trips through one of the more off road parks that were all over the city. Henry had enjoyed the closeness of the trees, and the smaller roads that wound their way through large mature trees.

It was at the one park, where it began. Until then he charged Henry the regular rate, and he enjoyed the routes too. Less traffic made it easier for him, and Henry always gave him a nice $5 tip, though once he found that one park, those tips certainly were a lot healthier.

In the back of his mind, he knew what he was doing could be taken wrong. Some might even call it hustling, but it wasn’t that way at all. Sure he got money for what they did, in the back of his Kabuki, but that was a ‘tip’. It hadn’t started out like he had asked Henry for anything extra either. Not that first time, nor since either. Henry just added the money to the tip.

Brad wasn’t exactly what he would call handsome either. He had a crooked nose, from a childhood fight that had got him a broken nose, black eyes, and a lesson in what it meant to be different. The nose had never healed right, and he still had a missing front tooth. Dentists and implants weren’t cheap, and as a college student, he could barely afford his books, never mind some fake tooth.

His arms were muscular, as were his legs. After all, pedalling a Kabuki Cab wasn’t for wimps. This would be his fifth year at it too, as he had started way back when still in High School. With the cost of college, he couldn’t afford to not do it each summer. The tips were great, and he made the money last too. This year, well those tips would be the best ever, thanks to Henry.

While Brad was well built, he was shy. He wore his hair semi long, and he still had the odd zit on his face, but it didn’t seem to matter to Henry. The man was older than he had first thought. Hell when Henry told him he was in his sixties, Brad almost fainted. At best, he thought the man couldn’t be more than early forties, but boy was he wrong.

Henry wasn’t a tall man either. Yet he was slender, maybe about 150 pounds, few inches shorter than six feet, but while his hair was a bit sparse, that didn’t make him a senior citizen. Granted, it was turning white mostly, but there was still some darkness to the outer fringes. He had a bit of a paunch, but nothing most men who drank the odd beer would have.

They had stumbled across this one path, nearly a month back now. It led to a small thicket of younger trees, mostly Birch. There was even a raspberry patch hidden along one edge of the little thicket. Henry had enjoyed watching Brad eating them, and his smile had made Brad blush actually. That was how it began, and in all honesty, he really did what he did, because he liked the man.

He wasn’t a trollop, least he didn’t think he was. Sex to him was natural, and if he liked someone, he wanted to experience them, to taste them and have them taste him. He didn’t charge, even if the other was older. In fact, he rather preferred his partners to be older. They weren’t in a rush nor were they clumsy either. Brad hated it, when his ‘dates’ would rush. The sex just never was good then, which was why he preferred men like Henry. Though he had to admit, he never had been with someone as old as Henry. Over Sixty? That was definitely a new one for him, but as he sat in the light rain, waiting, he also felt satisfied.

The sex with Henry had started out as a bit of kissing, some groping that led to some rather tame stuff. He wasn’t sure why or how, but that first time, when he blushed from Henry’s smiling at him while he ate some raspberries, had wound up with him on his knees, kissing the man’s crotch, feeling the rather hard cock inside.

At first, he thought maybe Henry would get upset, at how he had hugged him, then kissed him. Instead he was surprised by how the man kissed him back, his tongue darting in and around Brad’s open mouth. His arms had encircled him too, drawing him in closer, and he had felt the bulge, felt the press of what turned out to be a rather good sized penis. Henry might be over sixty, but damn he still was hung.

The kissing had led to some touching, some hesitant pulling, that somehow found Brad on his knees. He still didn’t know why he did it, but it had led to a lot more than just him sucking the guy off. That had set the stage, but still, that first time was special. He liked to think about it, to remember how Henry had held his shoulders, while he kissed at the covered cock. How he had sucked in his breathe, while Brad undid the pants, then unzipped them to let them fall down to rest around Henry’s knees. He could still hear him as he moaned softly when he pressed his face into the older man’s crotch. He smelled so good, a sort of clean crisp scent of soap and skin. There wasn’t the stale aroma of sweat, as he buried his head into the man’s groin. His mouth teased the cock inside the underwear.

His teeth nibbled at it, then would tease it more as he pulled back on the underwear. Henry’s hands had pressed a lit harder then, the fingers gripping his shoulder tighter, as he teased that long pole inside. He licked at it, feeling it tremble to his tongue’s touch, which also made Brad feel rather excited. His own cock was just as hard, and he had reached down to push it a bit, to adjust it in his own shorts.

Brad had licked the pole, pulled at the fabric with his teeth, and he could hear the panting breathe from above. The fingers were digging into his shoulder a bit more with each flick of his tongue along the hidden cock. Then he began to run his hands up the man’s legs, feeling the muscles coiling underneath his touch. The skin was warm to the touch, though nothing at how his tongue felt when it would lick along the throbbing pole still inside the shorts.

He let his hands move upwards, to reach under the tight fitting leg sleeve of the shorts. Henry had groaned then, and Brad had looked up at the noise. He saw the look in the man’s face, the way the eyes were glazed over and somehow, Brad just wanted to give him something special. His hand moved away from the leg, and reached up and pulled the shorts down. His eyes moved away from Henry’s face, to stare at the freed penis that had sprung out.

It was fully erect, with some white drops at the very centre of the cock head. Brad let his tongue flick out, to taste the oozing liquid, which made his own body shudder. It had a nice rich salty sweet taste to it, that just made Brad want more. He couldn’t help himself, as he moved his head in closer, smelling the fresh smell more. His nose brushed past the thigh, where he felt the muscles quiver to his passing touch. The fingers that held his shoulders dug in harder, but also pulled him in closer.

His lips touched the cock head again, making Henry moan more. He slowly opened his lips, to encircle the burning cock head. His teeth raked the sensitive skin, as his mouth opened more, to slowly take the thick head into his mouth. Henry’s whole body suddenly began to shake, which made him look up with just a little bit of the head in his mouth. The man’s eyes were totally glazed over, but he still managed to look down at Brad. His mouth broke into a smile, as his eyes peered down, urging Brad onwards.

With the beat of his heart rising, Brad took the huge cock further into his mouth, hearing the man’s moans growing as he slowly let the whole cock slide past his lips. He held the skin tight, tasting the huge pole as it slid down his throat. He nearly gagged, but didn’t as he forced his throat to relax.

The cock was thicker than he had imagined, or had before, but he let it stretch his throat. He didn’t rush, and he felt the hands relax their grip, then resettle over his shoulder. The fingers were spread apart wider, and slowly began to once more dig into the soft flesh of his shoulders. He winced, but concentrated on the huge pole inside his mouth. He was enjoying the feeling, the fullness of it as it made his mouth expand. His jaw began to ache as he slowly moved his head back, away from the man, until just the cock head was held by his lips. Then he licked at the head, tasting it and the now freely oozing pre cum.

Henry moaned a bit more emphatically too, as he slowly moved back inwards. He let the whole cock slide back once more down his throat, still licking at the shaft as it passed. His teeth raked the shaft lightly, making the cock quiver.

The balls were full, as he reached up to cup them in one hand, to fondle them as he sucked on the cock. Henry was moaning constantly, as he began to move his head in and out faster. He liked the taste, the smell as he sucked on the throbbing cock. He would lean back, and let the cock slip out. Then he would reach up and grab hold of the wet cock.

His hand would it tightly and quickly pull it, stroke it several quick times, then stuff it back into his mouth, moving in and out quicker each time. He was enjoying the sounds coming from above, the hard press of the hands and fingers. His own body was aching, as he sucked and sucked. Henry had good staying power, but was no match for his constantly increasing speed.

Brad prodded the balls, then would reach around, grabbing the man’s inner thighs, letting his own fingers dig into the flesh, till they touched bone. He felt the legs shiver, felt them grow taut, and he began to suck even faster. His mouth was like a vacuum, as every now and then the cock would slip out, making a loud slurping sound, but it was quickly swallowed back up into his mouth. He teased it, then nibbled even at it, as he sucked, knowing by the press of Henry’s fingers, how it was pleasing Henry.

There was a sort of stifled cry, and Brad knew that Henry was about to cum. He tensed up, feeling the cock shaking as it slid down his throat. He felt the head quiver, then sort of try to pull back, then it just came rushing forward again. His hands gripped the man’s legs tighter, feeling the muscles suddenly go taut.

Henry’s body went rigid, as the cry echoed in the empty thicket. The soft rustle of the trees went unheard, as all Brad could hear was the pounding of his own heart, as his lips held the shaking cock even tighter. The first taste came flooding out. At first he didn’t seem to realize that Henry was coming. Then the harsh salty taste overwhelmed him as it filled his throat.

Brad had coughed but held on as the cock exploded deep into his throat. Immediately he swallowed, as more of the hot milk came pouring out, coating and filling his throat and mouth. More and more of the wonderful milk filled his mouth, nearly faster than he could swallow it, as Henry shook. His body was shuddering, beneath Brad’s hands, and the man had thrust his body forward, driving his cock even further in, as the first hot flow of cum had began to pour out.

Now he shook, his body recoiling a little, as Brad just sucked, swallowing as fast as he could. It was unbelievable how much came out, filling his mouth and dripping out from the corners. For a second or two, he though that Henry wouldn’t stop, but eventually he had.  He had leaned back, letting go of Henry’s cock, and before he could even look up, he had to look at the source of the deep pleasure that he was feeling.

The cock was still hard too, coated with its explosion of milk which made Brad grin. He liked how powerful the penis still looked, and he leaned back inwards, to kiss it several times along the head and then just underneath it. He felt the tremors the touch of his lips sent racing along the shaft, and up into Henry’s body.

Finally he had looked up, and what he saw had made him know that he done the right thing. The smile was the warmest he had ever seen, and while that had been it for that time, it still was maybe the one single moment of that entire ride, that he felt happiest about. Not even the extra bills that Henry had pressed into his hands when being dropped off was quite as thrilling to him, as seeing the expression on Henry’s face, just after he had cum.

He sighed, leaning back and felt the light rain on his face, as he adjusted his hard cock. Just thinking about that time made him hard as he looked down the esplanade, to see an older figure dressed in rain gear walking towards him. He smiled, as he recognized Henry, and saw the angry look from Carlos.

Rather than wait, he pulled his cab away from the curb, and began to pedal towards Henry. He saw the man stop, and as he got closer, he saw that smile again. His heart was pounding, as he pulled the cab over to the curb, next to where Henry stood. He was damn glad he decided to get up, rain or not. After all, it was Wednesday.

Balcony Jerk Off

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

He looked out over his balcony to watch the parade of people passing by. They always were passing by, it seemed. Shawn was just 22, had lived in this tiny little complex for over 3 years, and still didn’t know anyone in the building, let alone elsewhere. He tried, he really did but his nights were spent alone, watching the tube or some twink video.

It wasn’t that he was ugly either, least he didn’t think so. He wore his hair short, sort of. It didn’t hang down but it was neatly trimmed, sandy brown colored, without the other stuff some liked. No streaks, no highlights, just his natural hair color. He was slender, a typical twink he thought. Okay his ribs didn’t show when he had his shirt off, but it wasn’t like he packed a lot of weight or muscle. Dripping wet, he might hit the scales at about 135 pounds, which wasn’t bad for a guy who was 5foot 10.

Yet he never seemed to connect. It was becoming a bit rough. After all how many nights could he spend, just whacking off to some nameless person boinking another on just one more porn flick? He watched a lot of porn, these days, because he was horny.

Standing out on the balcony, he would spot some hot guy, one that would give him an instant hard on, but rarely did he manage to make eye contact. If he did, they seemed to just stare straight through him, like he didn’t exist. Shawn didn’t understand it, because he knew inside that they could never get a better fuck, than him. He really believed that sex with him would make a person not want sex with anyone else, even if they experienced thousands of others.

Okay, yes it was a bit conceited, but to him, it was merely stating a fact. After all he was who he was. He had the looks, the talent, and the dick to go with it all. Still, even the few he had managed to pick up in the local bars, never seemed to call him back. It amazed him, but he thought that most likely they were jealous of him. They more than likely didn’t think they could stand having a second round of sex with him, because it was like drugs. The more they tasted, the harder it would be for them to move on to someone else.

Problem was, he liked the taste of a cock in his mouth, or the way it felt when his was in someone else’s mouth, or up their ass. He liked that feeling, that sensation. He knew he wasn’t the ideal date, maybe even a bit demanding but shit, he knew what he liked, and how to get it done. Didn’t that count?

Obviously it didn’t, because once more he had struck out at the bar. Here he was, a Saturday morning, leaning out over his balcony railing, trying to pick out some hot stud, to think about, while whacking off. The latest porn video he had played till 3am hadn’t really done much, so he was once more forced to try and come up with some other fantasy.

What seemed to be working the best, was to stand out here, and find some guy down below. To just stand there, watching him walk or lay out on the grass across the street. The beach wasn’t far off either, you could see the sand and water, which helped. Most of those he would fix his gaze on where scantily clad, which certainly made it easier for his mind to dream about. He could see their chests, their legs, and he had pretty good eyesight too.

If that wasn’t good enough, he always could snatch up the pair of binoculars he had, and use them. Shawn would pretend he was looking out over the ocean, but would now and then quickly zoom in to get a better look at their package. Rarely could they tell, and so what if they did notice? Not like they could get into his complex, or even know which was his apartment.

The trick was to not get noticed though. He had put up some of that plastic siding on either side of the balcony, insuring his neighbours couldn’t see in, and the overhang from above had that area covered. It was all rather a nice little set up, so that while most who looked up, could see him peering down, they had no idea that he was only wearing a pair of white undies.

Most hang out, shirtless, and that was all they could see. It gave him the security he wanted, because the goal wasn’t to just stand there and think about what he’d do to those he paid attention to, but was to also relieve the pent up tension inside. For the time, he kept his undies on, though the idea of just standing out there, naked and stroking his cock was appealing. Shawn just didn’t have the guts to go quite that far, at least not yet. It had taken him a bit to just go out of his one room apartment in his underwear, but he was glad he had.

To stand out there, then run inside and jerk off, was too hard. He would forget the details he had seen, and it just never satisfied him well enough. Many times he would spot some stud, think about him, then rush inside to strip off his pants, and start to jerk off. Problem was, by the time he got his pants down, his mind had forgotten most of what had gotten his attention in the first place.

Now he had come up with this plan. Instead of wearing his clothes, he would go out in his underwear. The white jockey shorts worked out best, as they had the best fit to his slender body. While he could get his hand inside, they gave him enough resistance to make it interesting. It added to the sensations, which was why he wore them for these little jaunts outside.

He loved the thrill of it as well. To be standing out there, in full view of everyone, and be jerking himself off made it seem all the more enjoyable. Course deep down he wasn’t thrilled, but what else could he do? No one really seemed interested in being with him for more than one night. It was their loss, because while he wasn’t hung like a horse, he thought he was more than average, both in length and size. Still that didn’t seem enough for those who he had managed to get home.

Hell one guy had woken up next to him, looked at him and rushed to the john, where he puked. Then white faced he came out, grabbed his clothes and left, even before fulling putting them on. He never understood that, and he knew that when he walked into the local bars, people talked about him. Shawn wasn’t sure if it was envy or what, but he knew that wherever he went, people would talk about him.

Shrugging, he pushed those thoughts aside. All he knew was that dates were getting harder, which was also why he was thinking of moving elsewhere. Maybe Florida, but hurricanes sort of kept him from actually pursuing the thought. Instead he glanced over the railing, watching the milling people along the walkway. It was not that busy so far, as he stared at a few possible prospects. They certainly weren’t the cream, but hell, a few were rather interesting.

As he stared down, his eye caught the glimpse of golden skin, with bleached blonde hair off in the distance. He turned his gaze as he saw a rather tall young man come skateboarding down the pathway. He had no shirt on, but had something tied around his waist. Shawn hated that, because it really forced him to think more, as the view was hidden. He wished those skate board freaks would also wear some tighter pants. Every time they would come streaking by, all you could really see was the smallest of details.

He followed the moving figure as it stopped just opposite him. Licking his lips, he stared as the tall young man kicked the skate board up and walked off the pathway, towards the beach. He stopped about halfway, and set the board down. He then untied what was around his waist, laying it out on the grass. Shawn felt himself getting excited, as he realized the guy was going to lay out in the sun.  It could be interesting, he thought, as he stared at the figure.

Looking at him, he decided to call him Sam. One more of his little tricks. He would name the object of his day’s attention. He thought it helped to make things more personable. So Sam was what he decided to call this blonde. Looking at him, he saw he wore the usual baggy shorts, but as he looked on in disgust, he noticed ‘Sam’ push the shorts down. Quickly he got his binoculars out, to get a better look.

He watched as the baggy shorts were pushed down and laid next to the skateboard. Sam was wearing a pair of tight fitting blue shorts. More like the old style gym shorts that they used to use in PE classes in schools. Licking his lips again, Shawn zoomed in on Sam’s rear end. Two perfectly shaped orbs were nicely outlined by the tight fitting shorts.

‘BINGO’ he thought, as he felt his cock growing inside his own shorts. He had found his mark for the day, as he leaned on the railing, his binoculars aimed right at Sam. He saw the legs, the way the calve muscles jutted out, and he could tell that this guy was built. The ridges along his back were clearly defined too, but it was those two perfect shaped cheeks that made him reach down, adjusting his boner.

He could feel the sweat beginning to bead up on his forehead as he watched Sam. There was no mistaking what he was going to do, and now his only hope was that Sam would like to tan his front side first. It would certainly make his fun more enjoyable, and watching, he felt himself suck in his breathe. Sam was definitely going to lay on his back, and best of all, his head would be towards him.

That was by the far the best position. It gave Shawn the best viewing of the prone body. His hand was prodding his hard cock, as he watched him sit down, his back to him. He still hadn’t seen his front yet, but that was coming. He was certain of it, as his hand pulled at the stiff cock in his underwear. He could feel the heat from his dick, and already he could feel the pre cum beginning to ooze outwards. He wanted to reach inside, but held off, waiting for when his Sam would lean back. Right now he just enjoyed watching him smear sun tan lotion over his arms and legs.

If only he could be the one doing that, he thought, as he pushed and poked at his hard cock. For a moment or two, he thought about going inside, donning some shorts and heading down, to stretch out next to Sam, but he just couldn’t pull himself away from watching. Sam leaned back, staring out at the beach and ocean. He had finished putting the lotion on, or so it seemed, but he wasn’t lying down.

He hated teases, but he felt his hand pulling at his dick. It was rock hard inside the shorts, tenting them but he liked the feel of his hand as it pushed at his erection. His eyes narrowed as he peered through the binoculars. He sighed, as finally Sam leaned back. He wore a pair of dark sunglasses, so Shawn couldn’t see his eyes. Didn’t really matter, because it was what was between his legs that he really wanted to focus on.

Moving down, he saw the pecs, the firm nipples too. He was very glad that he had paid the extra $50 for these binoculars. They showed such detail, when zoomed in. It was perfect, as he held them up close with one hand. His other moved up from his crotch, rubbing his belly. He felt the paunch shake and move to his touch, and briefly thought that he needed to cut back on is beer intake. He was getting a belly.

Sam on the other hand, looked rock hard around the belly. It looked firm, and for a brief moment or two, Shawn thought he could actually see the ripples from his muscles. It made him send his other hand downwards, to work its way under the waistband. He felt his own fingers reaching down, to touch is own throbbing pole, just as he moved the binoculars downwards to check out Sam’s crotch.

Shawn felt himself suck in his breath, bit his lower lip as he saw the bulge. There was no doubt, Sam was sporting an erection, and the tell tale tenting of the blue shorts confirmed it to him. He felt his own hand reach around the base of his cock, grabbing it tightly as he stared at the shimmering image.

His eyes began to mist up, and he let the binoculars drop down. Wiping his eyes, he stared out at the prone body of his Sam. It was amazing, at how the legs moved apart. Shawn felt his hand pulling on his throbbing pole. He moaned a little, as he stared down, ignoring everything else. His mind had found its mark, and he felt the power in his hand, as it began to slowly pull up on his shaft, twisting his cock, and then reaching up around his swollen cock head. He felt the sticky pre cum on the palm of his hand, as it swept over his head. The cock seemed to jerk a little, as he began to twist his hand around the head, then slide it back down his fully erect cock. His pre cum was helping him lubricate the cock as he just stared. The throbbing was becoming all consuming. He could hear it, in his ears, as he pulled his hand out and spat on his fingers.

Quickly he smeared his spit over his cock, feeling it jerk and tremble. He picked up the binoculars with his other hand, as he leaned over the railing, peering at Sam. His lips were dry, and his heart was pounding as he let the binoculars focus on that bulge. It was bigger now, which made him grunt a little, in complete satisfaction. His hand was beginning to stroke his cock a bit faster too, as he kept the binoculars focused on Sam’s bulging groin.

He could even see the small tuft of hairs along his belly, just under his belly button. It was leading right to what was making those shorts tent so much, which made Shawn moan a bit louder. What he wouldn’t give to follow that little treasure trail he thought, as he began to stiffen. His legs were growing taut, and he adjusted his stance. Feeling the ache in his body, his hand was moving a lot quicker now. The calves on the back of his legs grew taut, as his body was absorbed by the vision of Sam. The way he lay there, his legs spread apart, his hands off to either side. His head was tilted back, and he could see the crotch perfectly, thanks to his binoculars.

The hand was moving quicker now, as he began to pant a little. The vision of Sam was staring at him, as he thought about how he’d like to ram his cock up between those two perfect cheeks. How he’d like to be sitting on Sam’s well defined chest, and feed him his cock. To let his lips wrap around his hard shaft, and stuff it down Sam’s throat. It would be the perfect suck job, he thought, as he felt his balls slinging upwards. He felt them pushing up as he stared at that bulge.

It would be perfect, to sit on his chest. To feed that mouth his meat, to push it past the teeth, to stuff deep into his throat. HE could feel Sam’s tongue too, as it would lick at him, taste him, but he wouldn’t cum in his mouth. No, Sam was the type you would not waste your cum in the mouth. He would flip him over, spread his cheeks, maybe even poke him a bit with one or two of his fingers, to just make sure it didn’t hurt too much when he would ram his cock in.

There wouldn’t be any need for condoms either, because Sam would be the one to stay, to never leave. He would never go to another, he would be Shawn’s bitch for as long as Shawn wanted. That was how it would be, as Shawn felt his body quiver. He knew that it would be too, as he pulled on his cock. He knew that Sam would be tight too, that the first press of his cock up against Sam’s hole would make him beg Shawn to not do it, though he would really want him too.

Shawn knew he wouldn’t disappoint him either. He would hesitate just a second, to tease Sam, to let him think he wouldn’t ram his cock in, but then he would push. With every ounce of his strength, he would push his hips forward, sending his cock in like a missile. He would hear Sam cry out, hear him scream even, as he took Shawn’s throbbing cock deep inside. He would fuck him hard too, not letting up. He would pound that ass, until the screams became nothing but moans.

As he visualized the moment, when his cock would be ready to cum, to let its seed out deep inside of Sam’s ass, he felt his own body shake. The trembling motion made him whimper, as his hand was a blur inside his shorts. He could feel it rear back, feel it as the whole cock jerked backwards, then came rushing forwards, between his grip. He felt the hot milk come flooding out, felt the blood that had rushed down to his groin. His arms ached, his legs were cramping up as his body quivered and jerked.

His cum was flowing through his fingers, and he let the binoculars down onto the railing, as he felt himself shudder. He bit his lower lip again, tasting the sweetness of his own blood, as he came. It was still making him tremble, as the last drop dribbled out, and he rubbed his cum all over his crotch. He leaned backwards, sighing a little as he let his body slowly recover. His eyes had closed in those last seconds, and as he opened them, the sun made him squint. It took him a few minutes to see, and realize where he was.

His head had tilted back, but he slowly let it move forward, to once more seek out and find his Sam. Slowly he found the spot, and stared down. His eyes widened as he saw his Sam, no longer laying prone. Instead he was sitting up, twisted to stare up and over at Shawn. He stepped back, out of sight, as he tried to let himself calm down. He smiled, thinking more of getting dressed and heading down. He leaned back forward, to see Sam had disappeared. He felt disappointed, but then reached back down, to feel the dried cum on his underwear. It didn’t matter, he thought, as he headed back into his apartment. There would be others.